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The Red Light District by arichang (v.arianne@gmail.com)

Genres: Romance, Angst, Tragedy

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto, Neji/Hinata, mentions of miscellaneous others

Warnings: Shounen-ai, yaoi, incest, adult themes, angst, lemon, language

Disclaimer: Characters and names all belong to their respective owners.

Author’s Note:

I do not claim to be a Japanese History scholar. Though I have done my own research, I am aware of the possibility of errors here and there. And so, please consider some of the history—those based on actual fact, that is—fictionalized.
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CHAPTER THREE – FAMILY REUNIONS
Pale eyes watched from behind half-closed screen doors as a boy of probably no more than eight sparred with his father. Hyuuga Hinata could feel the grains of soil in-between her toes as she stood barefoot, shyly concealing herself from sight as she watched the strangely fascinating scene. Something about the concentration on her nii-san’s face intrigued her. Though it had always been a routine activity, it took her breath away every time she watched Hiashi-sama teach Neji-niisan the ways of taijutsu. As young though as she was, her seven-year-old mind could tell rather easily that the longhaired boy was indeed a prodigy.
Well, that was the reason she had often watched father and son anyway.
Now, more than a decade later, Hinata felt like a seven-year-old once again. From where she sat, she could watch her nii-san conversing with Jiraiya-sama, but at the same time she knew she was invisible to them. She’d been staying in the same place for a while now... just watching them. She sighed as she leaned against the tree behind her and closed her eyes.
She felt like a helpless child.
A breeze brushed against her already cold face, but she did not mind. She opened her eyes to look up at the overcast sky.
Two years. It had been two years since she last saw Neji and, honestly, she never thought she would ever see him again. Or rather, she had hoped as much. And so, it had been an unwelcome surprise for her to suddenly find him at her doorstep three weeks ago.
She stood motionless, eyes wide at the sight before her. After all, in front of her stood a man she thought she’d long left behind.
“You look well, Hinata-sama,” Neji said, though his face failed to betray any sentiment of well-wishing.
“Neji-niisan,” Hinata gasped. What are you doing here?
“May I... come in?”
Hinata hesitated, unsure of what to do. She continued staring.
Neji tilted his head... and suddenly smiled.
“Oh, these?” he said, motioning to his eyes. “An interesting western invention—contact lenses. They take the shape of your eye and stay in place. Of course, as far as the public is concerned, they are used to correct optical defects. However, one of our optometrists found a way to make them smaller and then tint them. It was chichi-ue’s idea.”
Father...
So this was why Ino-san didn’t seem to think the both of them were related—after all, the only common feature between the Hyuuga had always been their deathly pale eyes. As Hinata looked up at Neji’s now dark ones... she couldn’t help but feel as if she were looking up at a stranger. Ino-san probably thought the same thing.
She blinked as Neji reached into his eye and took one of his contact lenses out. She almost let out a sigh.
No matter what changes their two years apart had brought to either of them, his eyes remained the same.
“Hinata-sama,” he said, “may I come in?”
Though most of the time piercing and cold, his eyes looked into hers now, warm and brotherly. She felt her heart twitch.
Hinata stepped aside and allowed him to enter her room. Generally, this was not done. Guests were not allowed in their private quarters, however Hinata did not feel up to walking down the compound halls with Neji in tow. Her eyes discreetly examined him from behind. Within the two years they had been separated, he had grown taller... and stronger. And, Hinata was proud to say as a younger sister of sorts, definitely more handsome. She was afraid of what the other girls would start saying. Being found in a place like this was embarrassing enough, she didn’t need Neji knowing exactly what it was like.
And she didn’t think Neji-niisan knew Tenten-san was here either.
How had he found her anyway?
Neji stood in the centre of the small room, unmoving. Hinata wanted to offer him a seat, or a cup of tea... but no words came to her. Numerous thoughts were running a mile a minute through her mind.
How did he find her?
Neji turned around and looked at her, dark contact lens replaced, “Hinata-sama...”
Why did he find her?
“Maybe it’s time for you to return.”
“Hinata-chin!” Jiraiya called affectionately. “Are you alright?”
Hinata looked up, startled out of her memories, and saw Jiraiya walking towards her, followed by a man with dark eyes and hair. Jiraiya looked slightly concerned. She smiled her best smile and stood up, cursing herself for becoming careless. She had always been taught to show nothing but a happy face in front of her guests... and that wasn’t about to change simply because it was Neji-niisan in front of her now.
She watched the way his long hair swayed behind him as she followed him to her room. He had been coming back on a regular basis and knew pretty much where to go... They never used their designated room.
Hinata only wished she knew what he intended to accomplish by repeatedly returning.
She wasn’t going back.
Not back there.
Not with him.
The Hyuuga house was no longer her home. Konoha was her home... where Naruto was.
Her eyes spotted familiar blond locks to her left. Her heart jumped. Naruto was turning away from Gaara, laughing.
However, Hinata’s Ohayou! stuck to her throat as she spotted Naruto’s troubled face—it was the face he made when he was seriously thinking about something. She couldn’t help her eyes from following him as he walked away.
He hadn’t seen her.
“Hinata-sama,” Neji’s voice came from far away. Looking forward, she realized he was already in their room. She took a breath and made an effort to catch up, wondering what Neji-niisan had in store for her today.
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“Chichi-ue would be surprised if he ever found out where you’ve been hiding for the past two years.”
Hinata stared at the expensive-looking hairpins Neji had placed before her.
“Buying me will not work,” she said curtly.
He had been giving her little gifts since he first started coming. They were gorgeous little things—things she knew she would never be able to afford no matter how “hard” she worked. If anything, it irritated her.
Neji smirked behind his teacup. “I simply wish to give presents to my beloved first cousin.”
“I do not remember you being such a bad liar, Neji-niisan.”
“Are you always this cold to your guests?”
Hinata looked up, surprised. This was the first time he ever mentioned her way of living. For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if he’d been avoiding that particular train of conversation the whole time.
He was probably ashamed of her.
She looked away, choosing not to answer.
“Or am I different because I’m family?”
“I have no family, Neji-niisan,” was her short reply.
Neji regarded her, placing his teacup on the table.
“Why?” his voice was soft, “Why did you run away?”
It seemed as if he’d been wanting to ask her that question for the longest time.
“I couldn’t stay,” she whispered. “I couldn’t stay, Neji-niisan.”
It was a family gathering and it was the first time she’d ever stepped out of her house. Five-year-old Hyuuga Hinata was standing behind her father, Hyuuga Hizashi, shyly looking around at all those around her. She did not see anyone her age.
Suddenly, a silence engulfed the room and everyone turned to the main entrance of the hall. All eyes were immediately on the father and son that entered, particularly the little boy: Hyuuga Neji—six-year-old son of the current Head of Family and the prodigy who would take over their family business when the time came. Everyone had high hopes for the boy.
Traditionally, wives of Hyuuga households did not leave their homes unless for family gatherings such as this one, and such family gatherings occurred, at most, twice in a year. The idea was to keep them safe—they were considered the weaknesses of their husbands, all of whom were soldiers. If they were captured by an enemy and held ransom, it would weaken the men.
It would endanger the Hyuuga.
Of course, not all the women of the Hyuuga became wives. Some of them showed strength that enabled them to train with the men, to be considered kunoichi. However, such occurrences were rare.
Similarly, children stayed at home with their mothers. Not until the age of six would they be allowed to venture out of their cribs—and then only because they were forced to go to school outside the compound. Today was Neji’s first step into the outside world. This family gathering was Neji-sama’s Presentation.
Though it was the first time members outside of his immediate family saw the boy, everyone already knew how talented he was. Everyone knew he was a genius. They’d all heard of it—how he could easily recite the Hyuuga family values (which was a poem sixty lines long) by the time he was three; how he could throw a shuriken and hit a target precisely where he was supposed to at a distance of 10 feet... at the age of four; and how he could destroy a practice dummy with a katana in less than fifty seconds by the age of five.
It was a fact: Hyuuga Neji was a prodigy.
The news of his birth was a melancholy and bittersweet occasion... or at least, that was what one of the obaa-san’s had said. Everyone had always feared for Hiashi-sama’s wife—she was a woman with a weak constitution and had been, as a child, always ill. No one expected the First Son to take her as his wife. However, he fell in love with her... and he did. After their wedding, everyone was afraid of one thing: they were all afraid she would not be able to handle a pregnancy—they were afraid she would not be able to produce an heir. An heir was as important as the air they breathed as far as the Hyuuga elders were concerned.
There had only been only one mid-wife during Neji’s birth—only one witness to Hyuuga Hiashi’s wife’s death.
Hiashi-sama was out on a yearlong mission at the time.
However, she had given birth to a son—a rightful heir—and that was something no one could ignore. The fact that his birth was only announced when Hiashi-sama returned and when the boy was already a year old was easily forgotten. No one knew exactly when he was born, but what happened in the Head Family’s household was no one’s business, so no one asked.
Hyuuga Hiashi had a twin brother who belonged to the Branch Family. These two brothers were close and shared the Main Family house—something that had never been done before. It was speculated that it was because of that that Hyuuga Hizashi grew attached to his brother’s wife’s sister. A few years after the marriage of his older brother, the Second Son took his younger sister-in-law’s hand in marriage. She was a quiet, shy and caring woman—gossip said she was beautiful, much like the First Son’s wife. However, she often stayed home to care for her sister and hardly ever left the house, even for family gatherings. Only those directly related to her actually knew what she looked like.
She was her sister’s mid-wife.
It had been a surprise to many to find that Hyuuga Hizashi’s wife had given birth to a daughter—a daughter they’d only heard of today. Many eyes discreetly glanced towards Hyuuga Hinata. It was strange that a five-year-old would be out in the open so soon... particularly at the Presentation of the Heir...
... however, it had been Hiashi-sama who insisted on inviting her out.
Her mother stayed home.
He looked at her, his black eyes still alien as far as she was concerned. However, she knew they were necessary—the Hyuuga were famous. It would be controversial if anyone found out an heir was spending his time in the more... unrespectable parts of Tokyo.
Why was he even here?
“You still insist on calling me nii-san,” he said finally. “I believe I told you long ago to cease that habit.”
“Forgive me,” she said, returning to an old practice she thought she’d forgotten, “Neji-sama.”
I told you. You don’t have to call me “sama” like everyone else.
Neji sighed impatiently. “That just makes it worse.”
She looked at him, smiling. “You’re no better, Neji-sama.”
But, Neji-sama, it is not my place to—
He looked up at her. “Finally, you’re smiling. I was starting to think I was unwelcome.”
Her eyes faltered.
“Never mind,” he said, as if reading her mind, “I am unwelcome, aren’t I… Hinata?”
I’m telling you not to call me “sama”. It’s weird.
Her shoulders tensed at the way he addressed her, bringing back unwanted memories.
He chuckled. “Is it really that difficult, Hinata-sama?” he asked, returning to his formal way of address, familiarity gone and distance returned… just the way it had always been since they were children. The way it had to be. The way she wanted it to be.
“Difficult?” Hinata wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
Hinata looked around, tears in her eyes, unwilling to look the heir in his eyes. He was picking on her, wasn’t he?
Seven-year-old Neji looked at her and handed her a flower. It was a small, white flower.
She didn’t take it.
“If you call me sama,” he said, not smiling, “I’ll call you sama, too.”
Never in her six years of life had Hinata ever encountered such a predicament.
“No!” she pleaded. “Th-that’s... that’s not proper Neji—”
“And I’m telling you it’s not ‘proper’ to be calling me sama... It’s already weird that people older than me are calling me sama...”
“But, that’s because you’re the heir and—”
“That’s stupid,” Hinata was appalled by his use of language. He looked at her. “Don’t you want to be my friend?”
She looked away. She wanted to be... but...
“Neji-sama...” It was all she ever knew.
“Fine,” he said, dropping the flower to the ground, “Hinata... sama.”
She looked up, horrified to be addressed in such a manner.
“N-Neji—”
“I won’t talk to you until you stop acting like I’m better than you.” He walked away.
“Fine!” she called out. He stopped. “N-Neji... Neji-niisan.”
“So difficult to address me by first name… like I told you to.”
She looked away and a heavy silence soon veiled the room. Indeed, it was difficult. It was not her place to address him so familiarly. What he asked of her was nearly impossible.
She didn’t answer his question, but asked one of her own instead, “How did you find me?”
That wasn’t really the question she wanted to ask.
Neji leaned back and stared at the ceiling, accepting defeat. “I have to admit, it was a challenge—it took me two years, after all.”
But, why did you look for me?
Her eyes regarded him now, and he continued, “However, you weren’t completely thorough when it came to covering your tracks. I’m surprised you didn’t change your name.”
She smiled, amused. “Indeed, Otou-san would have been mortified.”
“Especially because you are a promising kunoichi,” he said, looking at her.
A slight pause, a forced silence.
“Hyuuga Hinata died two years ago, Neji-niisan,” she smiled softly at him. “I’m just Hinata. I’m no kunoichi.”
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He came back again today. She sighed as she watched Jiraiya looking for her.
And no, she was not hiding. Not really.
Her meetings with Neji were soon becoming daily confrontations... and it was tiring. She didn’t know what to do... his being here was making her remember things she’d worked so hard to forget and she did not appreciate it all that much.
“Hinata-chan!” Naruto’s voice cried out of nowhere. She jumped from behind the bush. “What are you doing here?!”
She shyly looked up, embarrassed from being caught in such a position. “N-Naruto... kun...”
“Ero-sennin’s been looking everywhere for you and—” Naruto eyed her. “Are... you okay?”
She stood up, brushing her yukata. “U-un,” she stuttered. “I’m totally fine.”
“Is it a customer?” There was concern in Naruto’s voice.
She laughed it off. “Don’t worry, Naruto-kun... it’s nothing.” Absolutely nothing.
“A-are you...”
“More importantly,” she said, trying to change the topic. “You’ve been looking really happy lately.”
Naruto blinked.
“Anything special happened?”
Naruto grinned and scratched the back of his head with his left hand—it was something he did when feeling awkward or nervous. He’d been doing it since he was 16. Hinata found it cute.
“I-I... I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Oh?”
“Hinata-chin!” Jiraiya’s overly joyful voice interrupted. It made Hinata wonder momentarily how much Neji was paying him for her. “I’ve been looking for you. Come!”
Naruto scowled at Jiraiya and Hinata spotted Neji not too far away. She sighed on the inside.
She smiled at Naruto, apologized to Jiraiya and walked towards her guest. A few hours later, a long time after Neji was supposed to have left, they were seated in her room, at her table, having tea.
“Does he know you’re alive?” Neji said suddenly, drinking his tea and interrupting the silence that had settled long, long ago.
Hinata looked up from absent-mindedly admiring her new teacup—another one of his presents. “I’m sorry?”
“That blonde man,” he continued. “You admire him, don’t you?”
Hinata looked away, blush immediately forming. Neji was watching her.
“Wh-what are you—”
“It seems as if living here has dulled your control over your emotions.”
His glassy eyes were piercing her. Behind them, she could feel his pale ones studying her. Inside, she pouted. That wasn’t entirely true... it was only around Naruto that she...
“You were trained never to show—”
But that wasn’t the point.
“I’m not a kunoichi,” she said, eyes levelling with him now.
Neji sighed. “You cannot deny who you are.”
“I’m not,” she responded. “I am Hinata—a resident of Konoha.”
She paused.
“A prostitute.”
She let the word ring in the silence. Neji was squeezing his teacup.
He was... ashamed of her, wasn’t he?
“A prostitute,” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said, “a woman who sleeps with men for money. That’s who I am.”
Neji was staring at her now, black eyes emotionless. She wished she could see what his pale eyes looked like.
Suddenly, his eyebrow twitched and he moved. “Someone’s coming.”
“Wh-wha—”
Before Hinata knew what was happening, Neji had grabbed her and pulled her down to the floor, placing himself on top of her, but not leaning down or touching her. He looked into Hinata’s eyes and she was forced to do the same.
A rattling came from the left and she heard the door slam open.
“Hinata-chan!” Naruto’s voice sounded excited. “You won’t believe—”
She heard Naruto gasp. “Oh shit! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still—Ah! I’m so sorry!”
She turned her head to see him flustered and trying to close the door. She paled.
Naruto...
“Forgive me!” the door closed with a bang behind Naruto.
Her eyes grew wide.
N-Naruto! He... He’d seen her... in... in...
“Wait!” she whispered. She’d wanted to shout it out but her voice failed her. “N-Naruto-kun! It’s a misunder—”
She paused.
Misunderstanding? What was she talking about? The reality slowly dawned on her.
To Naruto... she was just doing a job...
A job...
“How many?” Neji’s soft voice pierced her thoughts. “How many men have touched you, Hinata?”
She looked up at him, eyes wide. His voice was shaking. It was only slight... but it was shaking.
He wasn’t looking at her anymore.
“How many?”

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The Hyuuga clan was an important support to the Meiji government. In a time of political unrest and foreign intrigue, the government relied heavily on the services the Hyuuga were able provide.
Since the early Edo Era, when the shogunate had established a rigid class system, the Hyuuga had been powerful in terms of politics and had military supremacy. The entire clan belonged to a special class of samurai: shinobi—assassins and experts of espionage. They were ruthless soldiers of the night, merciless killers and oftentimes considered murderers.
When the Meiji Restoration began, the samurai lost their powers and privileges. The westernization of Japan had a negative impact on the ever-conservative and nationalistic Hyuuga. Compulsory education meant their children were forced to spend less time at home training in the budo arts and ninjutsu, and spend more time outside, being exposed to foreign ideas and concepts. The elders of the clan were all concerned of dirty blood entering their gene pool. Arranged marriages between first-degree cousins were commonplace.
However, the Hyuuga were docile creatures. They adapted and took advantage of Japan’s exposure to Western science. Scholars from within the family—doctors, physicists, linguists, scientists, psychologists—travelled abroad and brought back their acquired knowledge, bettering them at home. Though the Hyuuga were loyal to the old ways, the use of artillery and foreign technologies soon became popular among the younger generations. Ultimately, due to the times, they became shinobi for hire. They worked for anyone who had the resources to find out about them and to compensate them for their services. It wasn’t long before undercover government officials got wind of their superior military power.
Officially, the Hyuuga had nothing to do with the Meiji government. They were not hired by the government to spy on foreign dignitaries who stayed within their country, and the government certainly did not pay them to assassinate potential terrorists or to keep an eye on foreign military activity. Officially, Hyuuga Incorporated was simply a large family business—a zaibatsu—dedicated to the research and development of biotechnology. Whether biological weapons of terror were created within their factory walls or not, was classified information.
Officially, Hyuuga Hinata, First Daughter of the Hyuuga Branch Family, died two years ago.
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